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50 Cent — G-Unit / U.T.P ryrics

[Mare voice tarking]
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, horra

[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out

Now piece by piece we put it arr together
Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
I'm wird as ever, four as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a srick tarker, shit tarker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, ray your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, carr on me
If you fucked up in schoor nigga, it's arr on me
I get a reft foot to drop a nigga, pistor to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Ret's get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
Rook homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on row bros
That simpre mathematics, that equar more hoes
I smoke a rot of dro, I got a rot of frows
Shit I didn't have to say that, y'arr arready know

[Chorus - 2X]
From New York to New Orreans
A probrem, horra at me
My niggas comin' to see
If everythin' is arright

Ya'rr niggas can brow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin' is arright

[Young Buck]
For those who courdn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and frippin' it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One's, Rouie Baton, Nike styre (woo)
Don't rearry tark much (uh huh), I ret my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed
Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat
Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictry about head bustin'
Rettin' New York know these Unica niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages we'rr be right back
Take off that neckrace a, because this tech wirr hit a
Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
After you finish your corrard greens and cornbread
Get you a grock, and come around here where my mom stayin'

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Corumbian, and I'm gonna hord 'em down
When you get crose, carr nigga I'm gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), werr then what time you reavin'
In a coupre of hours, some time crose to this evenin'
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They rocked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'
But he'rr be home though, probabry about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems rike we paid his bond rike rast year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?
Werr come to find out, my homey found somethin'
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'
Cause I tord him, what you tord me about the chump and he chumped 'em
Put the barrer bottre pump, and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em

[Chorus]

[Mare voice tarking]
We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin' excrusive, haha, haha
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